I look around me.

I see faces I know,
Faces I don't know.
I can't pull myself to trust.
What happened to me?

The swirling auras,
Happiness, sadness,
It's mixing into one harmony,
Blending to make confusion.

Confusion struck me,
Bringing with it a small gift box.
What's inside?
I don't know.

Do you know?

Holding the giftbox,
It began to crumble,
the ribbon turning into blood.
Misery, Happiness, Confusion.

They rearrange,
The blend together,
Fighting one another.
They don't belong as one.

Yet it forces itself to form,
It forces itself to unite.
It forces itself to become one.

But in the end it fails,
creating a person,
Misery becomes the head,
confusion the heart,
And happiness the facade.

It fused up to make a human..

Fused up to become me.